Sebastian Donovan's P O V
"How is it going?" I ask, leaning on the door, staring at her working on the dress, which looks much more beautiful than the one she has sketched.
She turned to me with a smile, her eyes so tried but still bright, and replied, "It's going well. I am pretty sure we could complete this before the last date".
"Then shall we leave? The little angle must be waiting for us," I smile, hurrying her to leave.
She nods her head, pins the last piece on the cloth, goes to her bag to pick it up, and then comes to me with a sigh of relief.
I took her hand, and we both walked to the elevator with a smile. It felt good to hold her in the office even though no one was here, but soon, I am sure that we will let everyone in the world know about our relationship.
I drove her to her apartment and saw the little angel, who was already dressed up and standing near the door, waiting for us.
